He was a well looking guy in his early thirties, muscled, but I had the strange feeling that he would be gay for sure…He told me he would catch me l...ter; as he walked away I watched him as his muscular body swayed to the rhythm of the music and I regretted really he would be gay...As I walked by, another male stripper came over me. He danced by my side and touched me very softly, making my pussy get wet…He was also very gentle, but I could not help noticing someone else in the background; a. So this evening I said to my husband would you tie me to our bed with my legs spread wide and my arms tied back to the bed, and put a blindfold on me. Then leave me on the bed with the door open and should Rob need to use the toilet he would see me tied down and ready. My husband agreed and tied me with my legs spread so wide, I lay back and waited, and waited and waited. I was so wet that I was sure that my juices were running down my thighs. Then I heard someone walking towards the toilet,. " I thought for a moment, surprised that she was confiding in me then said, "and what you were errr, doing then, do you do that often?" I asked. Her face got really red as she struggled to answer. "Yes. I've heard some of my friends talk about how nice it feels when they have sex with their boyfriends and I'd love to try it, but I'm scared to." "Why are you scared?" I asked. She blushed again. "I wouldn't now what to do. I've never done it before and I'm afraid I'd make a fool of myself. Have. I watched as he gently stroked his cock. He was looking at me but my gaze was solidly fixed on the cock which was swelling in his hand. Within seconds his cock was fully erect, sticking straight out at an upward angle. My own heart was pounding as I looked at it, with Dave removing his hand leaving just his cock which seemed to beckon me. Everything in my mind told me to stay put. This was wrong – it was crazy. I wasn't gay. I didn't do things like this but I felt drawn, almost hypnotized by.